Private It's Our House Now

[Yula Perl]

This wasn't the first time Yula had woken up in a private VIP room at Solstice Vine, but it had been a long time since her last jaunt on Bespin. Her head was pounding something fierce, even without the thumping bass and whirling strobe lights. No, in here it was quiet. The heavy thrum of club music several floors down couldn't penetrate the sturdily insulated walls. It was comfortable too - warm, thanks to the blanket covering her.

Wait, the blanket?

Mascara stained eyes cracked open, sending a surge of pain to her temples. "Ugh…" Propping herself up with one hand, Yula squinted her eyes shut and tried to massage the throbbing away. Whatever happened last night probably involved a lot of alcohol. Was it still night? She couldn't tell. No windows… just plush walls, couches, and an untended bar.

Sitting up a little further, Yula felt something roll towards her body, and she fished out an unopened water bottle from beneath the blanket. Fiddling with the cap, she downed half of it in one go. She gasped in refreshment, covering her mouth with the back of her wrist. She wasn't alone.

"Was mom here earlier, or did I just imagine things?" Yula side-eyed her sister, who looked like she'd gone swimming in Joza's closet. Despite the ache in her head, one eyebrow raised and her lips curled.

"Nice makeup." She sneered.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra pulled a face and chucked a pillow at her sister's head. It was early. She hadn't slept and it showed. She sat above her sister anyway, mascara breaking down around her eyes. "You're one to talk."

She reached for a box of cheesie-nits and tossed it too, a bit of force behind the action.

She was angry.

She reached for a set of dully-glowing rave lights next.

Yula Perl

 

[Yula Perl]

"Oph-!"

Yula sputtered slightly as the pillow made direct contact with her face. She fumbled with it in time to deflect a half-full box of cheesie-nits. Wayward crackers tumbled onto the blanket.

Even in her state, she could feel a thread of anger as the nearly dead glow sticks were tossed at her. Fortunately, the pillow shield was plush.

"What's your problem??” She bit, pitching a handful of cheesie-nits at her sister. They were offbrand, probably from the 10 UCks or less store.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

"Me?" Kyra countered, appalled and unflinching to the cheesie-nits scattering across her cheek.

"You're the one-- getting-- high!" She picked up the pillow and whapped Yula right across the head with each word. "You're supposed to be clean! You-- promised-- me!"

Kyra was tired, but not too tired to beat the feathers out of her sister with a lush pillow. ...'felt good.

 

[Yula Perl]

"Quit it, wermo!" One smack, two smacks, and she had the sense to raise her own pillow to try and absorb the incoming blows.

"What- oof, I'm not, hey! Allowed to drink anymore??"

Geeeeeze. Who was she, Dagon? Even he didn't care if she had a drink or two. Granted, she'd been absolutely blitzed last night, but Kyra wasn't a puritan.

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid, Yula. You've been taking me to clubs since I was 10, I know what high looks like. You were spiced out of your mind!"

 

[Yula Perl]

"You are stupid, Kyra. I kicked that chit a while ago!" Did her sister think that Yula was smart enough to keep using around Dagon? He'd cracked the doorframe to their kitchen after finding her strung out on the couch one night. It was a poignant memory, one that had helped to cement her resolve to quit. The other was finding Kyra herself spiced out of her mind way back when.

With a huff, she ran through the events of last night—what she could remember, at least.

"…and then some guy threw powder in my face, so I punched him, and then a cat attacked him, an' then everything felt kinda chill…oh."

"Ohhh, feth."

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Thunk!

Kyra whapped Yula again. For good measure.

"Exactly."

The fluffy head rest fell to her feet, the fight leaving Kyra in one huff. Suddenly she was tired again. She flopped into the couch, sighing heavily.

"I can't believe you Yula. I should tell Dagon," she threatened idly, not even looking at her sister as she half-heartedly leveled it.

Yula Perl

 

[Yula Perl]

Yula tried to blink the hangover away, passively being hit with the pillow as she struggled to process last night.

"Feth." She decided, slumping further into the couch. "This one ain't my fault this time. Feth, I forgot how bad these hangovers could be…"

Yula massaged her temples. Her head felt like it was clamped between a vice. Kyra would end up in a garbage can for real if she told Dag.

"Do it and I'll tell mom you were impersonating her…again."

Kyra Perl

 

[Kyra Perl]

Kyra scoffed.

"You weren't even supposed to be here." As if that cleared her of accountability. She rubbed at her own head and groaned. "Ugh, I can feel your headache from here. Here--" the force whipped a small pharmacy bag at Yula. In it would be something that could help relieve her headache.

Along with another bottle of water hidden in the mix.

Thunk.

Yula Perl

 

[Yula Perl]

The bag whapped Yula in the face and fluttered to her lap. The water dropped part of it like a heavy weight.

"You're trying to make my headache worse." It was a declaration, not a question. Kyra would even admit to it.

After rubbing her reddened forehead, Yula uncapped the water and opened the pill bottle. She swallowed two—no, three to be sure. Her headache was close to the point of difficult return.

Leaning back, she gasped in refreshment after downing a good third of the drink.

"So…how much did you make last night?"

Kyra Perl